I made an astounding discovery yesterday. One that rattled me greatly. In fact, I’m still a little shaken.
I have been betrayed and by people I trusted. I’m talking about you. And you and you and you and you and you and you and all the other readers I don’t know about because so many of you lurk and never say hi. (That’s another issue we’ll have to cover some other time.)
You might be feeling guilty because you know what you’ve done, but I’m guessing a bunch of you are sitting there thinking, “Huh?” Let me fill you in.
I kid, I kid. I think we’re all still friends. But seriously, how is that no one told me about this?
Have I not expressed clearly enough that this man is mine? Should I start posting about him more often? People, if there’s news about him, no matter how small, I want to know.
Okay, I think I can shake this betrayal off and get on with my day. But feel free to make it up to me in whatever way you think is best.
If you want to see a great video, check out this clip from the Ellen show, in which the future second Mr. Jen sees his waxen likeness for the first time. Fabulous.
This means that the next time we’re in London, I’m going to have to go to Madame Tussaud’s again, even though I swore after our visit four years ago that that would be the last time I step foot in that crowded overpriced tourist trap. Clearly, a photo* of me with Colin is order. In fact, I really need to wrap my arms around him and try him on for size. There’s no sense in us convincing our current respective spouses and bringing each other into one big happy marriage if he’s not going to be a good fit.
* A REAL photo, not a photoshopped one.
And now I’m off to watch that video again. Happy Thursday to you all.